∞ 67: A practiced hand [action/voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

[It's an early overcast morning in Luceti. Just beyond the makeshift barricades to the east of the village are several tree stumps, reminders of the flurry of activity before the August battle. If anyone happens to be passing by or through the area, they may see a horse and rider moving amongst the tree stumps. It's a well-practice motion now, quickly weaving through the tree stumps. Some of the sounds may be audible over the journal.

There's a pause as Albert brings his horse to a stop. And then a sigh audible over the journal.] I want something to drink. ...Perhaps tomorrow night.

[Then it's back to practicing.]

Comments

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[herotypical]

[Was that a look in her direction? Maybe. Just in case, she raises a hand and offers a brief wave. From this distance, she doesn't even know if she knows the rider.]

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[chikaidestroyer]

[He directs his horse towards Buffy, not moving too close so as to keep any accidental foot-stomps to a minimum.]

An early morning walk, Miss Buffy?

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[herotypical]

[Ah, it's Albert. Buffy nods her greeting and cranes her neck, looking up at the rider.]

Something like that, yeah. How about you--early morning ride?